72 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 6-5-18

  1. Long day today (Monday) with 3 stories to do, I didn’t get home until 8 p.m. or so.

    Tomorrow is election coverage from home, we don’t have to start at around 4 p.m. but won’t likely be done until 2 a.m. or so.

    Wednesday won’t be pretty.

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  2. Wait, there are three comments and I just got home?!
    A better day today. I am keeping everyone busy so they have plenty to do.
    Three days left and then five weeks off.

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  3. Morning! It is a yellow forest these days and everyone seems to have swollen eyes and achoo’ing forever and a day (pine pollen at it’s worst!) The miller moths have arrived and it does seem as though we are knee deep in plagues of some sort or another. And….for the second time this week, three of our hummingbird feeders have been emptied overnight…one having it’s bottom screwed off by some sort of critter…most likely a raccoon. Now on the brighter side….’tis a sweet blessing to be alive and well out here in this beautiful forest 🌲 😊

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  4. Good morning. I have to get up very early on clinical days, and my body apparently resets its internal clock very quickly, because I woke up the same hour as yesterday this morning, even though I do not have to go anywhere today and I did not set my alarm. When I wake up in the early morning, it is generally a fruitless endeavour to get back to sleep, so I read. I frequently read a book before I go to sleep but to be able to read in the morning is a rare luxury indeed.

    Kizzie – from yesterday – I am so sorry to hear about the VA pension. I am also rather shocked that they would redact it. My grandfather had a pension from his former employer and my grandmother received it after his death. My father has a tiny pension (less than 100 dollars) from a former employer and my mother would still continue to receive it if something happened to my father. The only pension that I know gets redacted if it is decided that someone has enough to live on is the government pension plan that is available to all retirees in Canada (my parents, in their first year on the pension plan, had to pay some back because my father made too much working odd jobs). An employment pension plan is almost always continued for the spouse. I suppose in a way VA is a government pension, but not everyone is a veteran, so it is really an employer pension.

    Speaking of my father, he is home, and a nurse is coming to change his dressings and monitor the IV antibiotics (he has a portable pump). My mother said that his foot was really swollen yesterday, which is not surprising. His middle toe is permanently gone, and the toe beside it is broken in two places as well as being cut. The top of his foot was also badly hurt. It is his right foot, so my mother will have to drive him places for a while. She has driven very little in the past few years. She has a lot of anxiety about driving and as I’ve mentioned, she has a lot of joint and muscle pain, so it will be a challenge for her. They were to see the doctor today.

    They have another stressor in their lives on top of all this – some hackers have taken the personal and financial information of a portion of the clients of several different financial institutions and held it for ransom, threatening to release it if the banks don’t give them a large sum of money in the form of bitcoin. My parents have been contacted by their bank and told they are among those at risk, so they have to go and get all their information changed. It makes me good and angry. My parents live from hand to mouth. They have nothing but their slender pensions and a house which is currently also sheltering the Seconds through a crisis (Second In-law is still without work, although he is steadily working towards building up a business and is also seeking part time employment to fill in the gaps) and is also a refuge to me when I have nowhere else to go.

    I know, in the world of the internet, hackers are the outlaws of the modern era, and there is often a Robin Hood vibe about how they are regarded and portrayed. But they are more like a faceless evil. They do not see the people they hurt. The great short story writer, O Henry, often wrote about con men in his stories, and I remember one story in which the con men set up a false financial institution and carry on with great success until they see just who was affected by it:
    We stopped and looked at our stockholders, some surprised. It wasn’t quite the kind of a gang we supposed had been investing. They all looked like poor people; there was plenty of old women and lots of young girls that you’d say worked in factories and mills. Some was old men that looked like war veterans, and some was crippled, and a good many was just kids—bootblacks and newsboys and messengers. Some was working-men in overalls, with their sleeves rolled up. Not one of the gang looked like a stockholder in anything unless it was a peanut stand. But they all had Golconda stock and looked as sick as you please.

    I saw a queer kind of a pale look come on Buck’s face when he sized up the crowd. He stepped up to a sickly looking woman and says: “Madam, do you own any of this stock?”

    “I put in a hundred dollars,” says the woman, faint like. “It was all I had saved in a year. One of my children is dying at home now and I haven’t a cent in the house. I came to see if I could draw out some. The circulars said you could draw it at any time. But they say now I will lose it all.”

    There was a smart kind of kid in the gang—I guess he was a newsboy. “I got in twenty-fi’, mister,” he says, looking hopeful at Buck’s silk hat and clothes. “Dey paid me two-fifty a mont’ on it. Say, a man tells me dey can’t do dat and be on de square. Is dat straight? Do you guess I can get out my twenty-fi’?”

    Some of the old women was crying. The factory girls was plumb distracted. They’d lost all their savings and they’d be docked for the time they lost coming to see about it. (From ‘A Tempered Wind’ in The Gentle Grafter by O Henry, Link: http://www.gutenberg.org/files/1805/1805-h/1805-h.htm#10
    The con men in the story have a change of heart when they see just who their victims are. But real swindlers do not. They, like Timothy McVeigh’s attitude to the children killed in the Oklahoma City bombing, simply regard the poor crushed in their schemes as collateral damage. The professing Christian who is covetous or extorts was to be excommunicated, and Paul said that the covetous, and extortioners would not inherit the kingdom of God (I Corinthians 5:10; 6:10). In the eyes of God, the sin of greed is just as damnable as lust, or murder.

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  5. Roscuro – The VA pension was indeed a government pension. I was only eligible in the first place for being the widow of a war-era veteran. Hubby entered the Air Force in 1973, towards the end of the Vietnam War, although he was not sent there.


  6. My prayer is that as God continues to provide for us, Nightingale will see His hand in it all, and not merely ascribe it all to circumstance.

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  7. I am so grateful that Nightingale loves her job. It would make me so sad, and feel guilty, if she had to continue picking up more hours in a job she disliked. Being who she is, she would do it anyway, but I would feel bad.

    Just this morning I was thinking again about how God brought our circumstances together, such as the fact that Nightingale moved home almost seven years ago, and later decided to make this her home, not merely a temporary situation. My heart is filled with much gratitude to Him.


  8. Okay, one more from me and then I’ll take a break 🙂 . . . Last night, The Boy smacked me in the face. And I let him!

    His “smacks” were kisses. 😀 I have to admit that I was taken aback when he told me he was gonna smack me in the face, but then he giggled and kissed me. We both giggled as he “smacked” my face and my arm, with these light little, ticklish kisses.

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  9. Kizzie, I was sorry and surprised also by the revocation of the pension. Is there any appeal process?

    I was trying to sleep in but was unsuccessful, had a couple early morning calls from my neighbor who was worried about a gas company notice on her door (she was concerned it was a scam but she finally reached someone at the gas co and they said it was legit, they needed to come out this morning to check her line and meter.


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  11. DJ – Yes, there is, but it wouldn’t be worth it. The life insurance affected my net worth, which is something they take into account when deciding on issuing a pension. (When I initially applied, I hadn’t received it yet, so it wasn’t reported until after I’d started getting the pension.)

    We will still make it. Living frugally, as we are, the life insurance will last at least until I can start receiving Hubby’s Social Security when I turn 60 in January of 2021, with some left over, unless there are any expensive emergencies in the next couple or so years. So I really shouldn’t complain. It’s just that I had hoped I could still be eligible for the small pension, which would have freed up some of that life insurance money for the much-needed repairs and renovation in this house.

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  12. Yapamom, I would be interested in hearing how you saw things in Ireland and Columbia on your recent trips. What is God doing there that is obvious and what do you suspect He is doing? Of course, you may well not be home yet.


  13. The Boy often has to use a nebulizer with albuterol (spell-check wanted to change that to “butterball” :-D), due to asthma that occurs when he is sick. It hasn’t made him nauseous, and I’m not sure if it’s made him jittery, as he is quite a high-energy kid, so it might be hard to tell the difference.

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  14. Houses — if you don’t have means to fix things yourself, it can be prohibitive, as we all know. I’m so hoping I’ve fixed most of the major things here. But there are no guarantees, I know, that something else (big) won’t go wrong in the future and be too expensive for me to deal with. For now, the roof is new, foundation ‘fixed’ (not completely, but the worst corner has been shorn up, so barring a major earthquake … or another undiscovered, destructive leak under the house … or ??) and sewer line replaced (but only as far as the sidewalk, if it fails beyond that point it’ll be on me again someday).

    Then again, some things can (and just have to) wait. With the SS coming in just a few years, maybe that’ll provide the needed income to do some of the more urgent things by then.

    Meanwhile, I’m still hopeful you’ll inherit a handy and strong son-in-law one of these days soon. Until then, buy The Boy a toy tool set — and then enroll him in some Home Depot classes.

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  15. On the cake decision, I was interested to read at least a few FB comments (expressing outrage) yesterday.

    But shouldn’t tolerance work in both directions?

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  16. No, and that is very intolerant for you to think so. Go to your corner for fifteen minutes. Meanwhile, I am off to the safe room to recover from your attack.

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  17. Linda, the rabbit hutches never blow over when he is home. Son does not break his bikes. Emails do not come to tell me, “oh, by the way, your sixteen year old has two weeks to complete four to six weeks of work on the school internet course he was taking and we were supervising as we know he does not do the expected work on the internet when left to his own devices”. (and, by the way, son is working and has no internet at home) The goats don’t get their heads stuck in the fence. The list goes on, but things run much more smoothly when he is home. We will have three days of normal before he goes off truck driving again.


  18. Parties for children, they’ve come a long way. I remember a few when I was growing up, but not many. I think my parents threw only one “official” BD party for me, when I turned 10. It was staged in the garage and our fairly large backyard with old-fashioned activities (bobbing for apples) and a Halloween theme (although my Uncle Bill and my dad were rather unconvincing “ghosts” waving their arms at us from the back “North 40” fence).


  19. Mumsee, the goats always get their head stuck in the fence, no matter who is around or not around. Our goats had the best pasturage and a great deal of space in which to roam and even structures to play on, yet they persisted in getting not just their heads, but also the rest of them stuck in the fence. Both sheep and goats are foolish animals that constantly get into trouble, but sheep can be led to safety, while goats must be dragged.

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  20. Finally! All day writing at home today for me. I have five blog posts and 10 Utmost Responses before I can leave on my trip.

    It looks like I have three days to do them which should be perfect.

    I’ve been awake since 3, wrestling with disappointing news.

    I’m not done dealing with it yet, but making progress.

    One thing I did recognize is I don’t know how to deal with bad personal news. I assume something has gone wrong because I sinned. So I confess the sin.

    In this instance, I did everything in my power for success and it appears others let me down.

    So, what sin did I commit and why am I trying to confess it?

    That was the rumination about 4:30 . . . and I realized that I wanted to confess sin because I wanted to feel the release of forgiveness. I wanted to feel my spirit lift.

    But that is not right in this situation. I didn’t sin–that I know of, other than a besetting one I regularly confess and which I recognized in the middle of this situation.

    So, I’m thinking there is another maturation lesson here for me, but I haven’t sorted it out yet.

    My husband shakes his head, “I’m so glad I’m not you.”


    I wish I was him, sometimes! LOL

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  21. Hello, I am at the grumpy office today. Art was not able to find what he needed to download (a CD) for our upcoming conference so he was storming. I was praying to offset the cursing. Then I just went to Sam’s to get gas, pay my bill, shop, and generally get into a more pleasant atmosphere. Thankfully, Art had scheduled for a visiting nurse from his insurance carrier to stop by. He is pleasant as he is going through his health history with her. I am glad for the break in what was distressing him. The CD seems to have disappeared from his desk drawer. When the nurse leaves I will pull the drawer all the way out and see if maybe it got jammed up in there.

    Speaking of losing things, my glasses got lost at church Sunday. There are not that many places they could be. They are my driving glasses. I keep hoping they will show up. I guess I will try to get a second pair just in case.

    Another neat picture from a wanderer on the header. That Donna gets around town.

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  22. I tell husband all the time that I am very grateful I am not him. Mine has been the easiest of lives, doing exactly what I want. And I still complain. Don’t know how I would manage if I was him, traveling all over, keeping things normal around here….

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  23. Second texted that my father’s foot is infected – not to be surprised at, since it was a mower blade which mangled it – and the antibiotic dose has been doubled. My father has had trouble with his right foot ever since the car accident 22 years ago which broke his femur and caused him to go into a coma from fat embolism, leaving him with permanent damage to his vision (he has blind spots in different places in each eye – with both eyes open, he can compensate for the blind spots). It was his left femur that was broken, but the permanent titanium post that was put in to repair the fracture has given him absolutely no trouble. In the same accident, however, he received a deep gash to his right calf, which at the time was simply sewn up and seemed to be healed. Varicose veins run in the family, and so it was no surprise that my father developed them, but they were very bad right where the gash had been, so bad that a few years ago, he had a procedure to try to alleviate the varicosity with limited success. His right foot is always slightly blue from the pooled venous blood and I have warned him repeatedly to wear pressure stockings on that side to help encourage venous return – venous blood contains waste products from cells that the body is returning to the liver to be filtered, so if it pools in tissues, it can be very irritating and cause tissue breakdown. I have dressed venous ulcers that developed from small cuts or scrapes to a leg, which, due to the venous blood pooling, did not heal properly and festered; such ulcers need pressure bandages wound around the whole lower leg in order to heal and can take months – some may need permanent treatment. As I mentioned, it was my father’s right foot that was caught in the mower. It could be a long healing process.


  24. DJ – What I expect to get from SS will not be enough to live off of, but will be a nice supplement to Nightingale’s income. (The fact that, even well before Hubby’s death, Nightingale has been planning on “taking care of me” is a great blessing.) I’m trying not to worry about the house right now, putting that concern, too, into God’s hands.

    What Nightingale would like to do is fix up the place so that it is in good enough shape to rent out, and eventually buy another home, keeping this one as a rental for the extra income to help pay off her own house. Or, if she got married, she might move into a husband’s house, if he already owned one (Beau does). That could mean me moving with her, or staying here in the downstairs, and only renting out the upstairs. (Although, a husband could choose to live here with her.)

    Her plan in case she wants me to move with her is for me to have a mother-in-law apartment, or something like a master bedroom suite. So I would have my privacy and easily give them theirs.

    She has some great ideas for eventually renovating the upstairs, especially if she were to stay living there.

    Being older and wiser than she, I know that many (often most) of our grand plans do not come to fruition. I pray that God will save her soon, and help her to be content with however things work out. Then again, my Nightingale is one determined, stubborn woman, and she may just go ahead and make all these plans come true, with or without a husband.

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  25. This was a good piece on the cake issue — written by a Christian friend of the baker:

    “Hostility Toward Religion,” Supreme Court Rules Strongly in Bakery Decision



    Today, my friend Jack Phillips is perhaps the world’s most famous baker.

    His case before the Supreme Court was decided favorably.

    Let me tell you about Jack. He is happiest when he has flour on his face and a wedding cake to decorate.

    He’s a good man, soft spoken, and not one for controversy. He’s not a crusader. He’s not a firebrand. He’s a simple baker who loves God and wants his business to reflect his principles. He’s an unlikely hero if I’ve ever seen one.

    All those years sitting in Bible Study with him I would have never imagined that he would be at the forefront of the culture wars. …

    Jack and his decades-old business, Masterpiece Cakeshop, have been under tremendous fire. If you don’t know the story, Jack was approached about five years ago to make a cake for a gay couple who were wed in Massachusetts but had come home to Colorado.

    Jack said “no.” He politely told them it was against his belief, as a Christian, and he couldn’t make the cake. He would do anything else – sell them any kind of service – but he couldn’t offer his creative talent in this way.

    The State of Colorado Attorney General’s office filed a formal complaint. Even though the state didn’t legally recognize the marriage (at the time), they brought the full force of the law on Jack for not catering to it. He was fined and his employees were forced to undergo “reeducation training.” …

    t should be noted that Jack has also turned away cakes requested by those who want explicit language, violent images, and even Halloween themes. So he is an “equal opportunity” advocate for righteous living.

    … If Jack were forced to make gay wedding cakes, would we also expand this logic to other businesses? Would we make a Muslim Halal butcher sell pork chops? Would we make a Jewish butcher sell bacon? Would we force Indian vegetarian restaurants to sell hamburgers?

    And in a culture that constantly drumbeats “respect” and “acceptance,” what about respect and acceptance for Jack Phillips and his strongly held beliefs? And other people of faith? …

    … There is no biblical promise or premise for “rights.” Those of us in America live in a bubble — one that few others in the world enjoy.

    For now, we will rejoice. But do not become complacent.

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  26. DJ @ 11:06am – Since you live on the Left Coast you should know tolerance is a one-way idea. The Left only tolerates people and ideas that they agree with. We Conservatives are expected to tolerate any idea regardless.


  27. Peter, what’s amazing is many of these people (whom I know and otherwise seem reasonable) simply cannot *see* that it’s two sides of the same coin. Mostly that’s because the gay rights movement has been so surprisingly successful in normalizing a behavior (by arguing successfully that it’s not a behavior, it’s just part of what people are, like race). So to be opposed to any aspect of that is to be akin to the segregationists of old who opposed interracial marriage.

    Our pastor commented last week (as we’re heading into a few sermons on the 7th commandment) that if you’re at all vocal today about your belief in biblical marriage you will be ostracized in our culture. That belief, in today’s culture, is not worthy of tolerance but must be silenced. Trying to reason otherwise with people seems like a losing battle.


  28. Ok, my ‘home’ work station for the night is set up — 2 laptops on a desk in front of the house with lists of all the districts I have to follow & what different deadlines are. First one is 8:30, 30 minutes after polls close, then it goes on from there.

    And I’ve opened one of the side big casement windows even though it doesn’t have an outdoor screen on it yet. I just need some air in here but I’ll have to watch the critters to make sure no one makes a dive for freedom. And the curtain rod, which was pretty bent and trashed anyway, came down so no curtains or screens.

    Because a few of my congressional districts overlap from LA to OC, I’ll need to go to the state numbers for those tonight, complicating matters. Otherwise, most of my districts are in LA County alone.

    I watched an in-house (for our paper group) video on how to make twitter ‘threads,’ which I’d not known how to do before — turns out there’s a little “add” button at the bottom of tweets so you can keep adding tweets in succession and they’ll never be separated. Allows you to link past stories as tweets in a logical format.


  29. Well, when I say “in front of the house,” I’m not sitting out on the porch or in the front yard. Though that may be kind of fun.

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  30. As I was saying, Donna, you have an agile brain to keep up with all that this evening.

    My imagination ran with the open window. I think you may, in the midst of reporting, have a Breaking News Story to interrupt election reporting until escaped pets can be found and brought to safety. 😲

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  31. I think when my brother and I went to the event with the florist, Baronelle Stutzman, from Washington state, and we were working the check-in desk, the attorney who won this baker’s case came through so we got to make a name tag for her and her group and shake her hand. I can’t even remember how long ago that was…maybe two years ago.

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  32. Tonight’s going to be crazy. We’re doing it differently as we have less staff (always), of course, so we all have way too many races to try to track. We usually have maybe 1-3 races each. Tonight I have 15 and others have just as many.

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  33. New pic is the Boy Scout camp on the beach. It’s been under occasional fire by those who feel it’s (a) too exclusive — though they’ve become more active in opening it up to other groups; and (b) (what I think is behind some of the criticism) the Boy Scouts’ views on homosexuality (though have those now officially changed? Or is it just that they’re taking in girls now? I can’t keep up).

    At any rate, it’s a gorgeous facility on prime beach property (the port is their landlord).

    Tonight is going to be hard. I have no idea how I’ll function tomorrow. I’m getting too old for this.

    Meanwhile, Tess nearly had her long-awaited shot at the mail lady with the open window (I stopped her, but I think she, Tess, just would have wound up stuck in the thick hedge below the window anyway) and an unfamiliar cat (with a collar) keeps hanging out around the house, saw her/him again just a little while ago hovering around the open window.

    It’s now closed.

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  34. That does not look anything like the Boy Scout Camp my brothers attended. It was called Camp Grizzly. You can imagine where it was and how it looked.

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  35. That is a beautiful location for the Scouts. It’s sad that Scouts changed so much. They already had it set up with the Venture Scouts program which accepted girls. I guess they could have lowered the age for that becauso Venture Scouts was for older youth. They did not have to change regular Boy Scouts to accept girls. I think now they need to take the “Boy” name out of it. Maybe change it to Whatever Scouts. It is a grieving matter for those of us who have sons who earned their Eagle Scout status.

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  36. Janice – They have changed their name to Scouts USA, I think. From what I understand, the girls are in their own dens and maybe packs, too, so the boys and girls are still separate.

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  37. DJ – Can you prop a baby gate type thing over the open window to keep the critters in? The screen to our sliding glass door in the living room has a hole a couple feet from the bottom, made bigger by Janie pawing at it one day. In order to have the door open for air, but not lose Rudy, who could fit through the hole (Angel is too big to fit, but probably wouldn’t try anyway), I have an old baby gate between the frame and the sliding door, situated so that it’s not pressing against the screen, but keeps Rudy in.

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  38. I have used baby gates in windows before. Years ago I was awakened in the middle of the night and when I opened my eyes I saw that there was a dog on my front porch. My dog. (One of them at the time). She’d busted out the rather flimsy screen in that big bedroom window, probably saw something on the porch she decided to go after, whether a squirrel or an axe murderer I don’t know. I wedged a baby gate in there after that.

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  39. Now, I realize we don’t have an ocean breeze but we do get fog, and, as an added bonus, surf’s up at the Lochsa river. It happens when the flow is at a certain level, a large wave forms that gets hit by surfers and kayakers.


  40. Well, you can surf in the ocean but that is only for a brief moment and the sharks and all. But here, if you survive, you crawl out, walk back up and start over.

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  41. Yep, tonight is a nightmare. We have way too many races to juggle on such frantic, short deadlines. Madness.

    But back to it, there’s another update coming …


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